Mum is very very upset - she had been so pleased that Belle, the old mare at the fat farm, had been saved and was coming to the UK to end her days.
Belle, if you don't know her like I do, is a big chestnut mare who in her youth was a total stunner - a really good looking horse. Quite why she has fallen so far in the world to be worth only the meat on her ribs I don't know, but some kind person bought the good banner for her that said she was saved. I was so pleased for her as she was a very gentle dignified girl who should be spending her final years in leisure and comfort, not as someone's dinner.
We were all getting ready to welcome her to her new country but sadly she was not well enough to travel and so she is still at the fat farm and everyone is trying to find someone kind in France to take her - mum has been in touch with racehorse trainer Francois Doumen in case he might know someone and asked her friends in France if anyone could help. But it is so difficult to find the right place for her.
Isn't life cruel - to be so close to being safe and having it all snatched away from you, just as your hoof gets onto the ramp of the good lorry!
Even worse, Belle's daughter is also there - how bad is that, mum and daughter both going to be killed and having to watch it happen to a member of the family. Belle's daughter looks so thin as well. I am well out of there I fear.
Mum says life just isn't fair at times. It can have the cruellest of ironies at times.
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